Flow

[creativesoul]

When the season came
There were a million new old people to meet
There are some that I will remember
More than others-

The ones that put make up on
So well - like Vegas or Hollywood
They smell like powder and perfume
They have more than one house
Jewelry and money and gratitude
That they aren’t killing themselves
One day at a time

Stories are epic
This group of women brought me back to life
Incremental : over time - I trust them now-

In sequins and sweaters with full collars
In 75 degree weather
They get cold
The wigs and hair pieces are fabulous
I feel like I’m hanging out with grace slick
And hermits of social manners
When drunks get sober
It’s like the Beverly hillbillies
All broken up and sorry when they come in
The 90 day wonders
Newcomers
And then after the 12 steps
Being the jerk whisperer
That higher power gives some faith
To someone that did not think they could do this thing

[mtmynd]

well said. a good read. thank you.

[saw]

what a wild strange trip it is

[creativesoul]

Ya